Perhaps the rumours are true. I’ll ever be known as the enemy, for good.
Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with me.
Instead of making friends, all I make are frenemies.
Enmity concealed behind generalised amity.
No enmore theatre showcases apathetic antipathy.
Neon nobility in a skein, drink mead in a park.
Paper bag princess, hark, a stegagraphic tyrant.
Kimberly, the pink ranger. Gate keeper of the heart.
Arrest the cardiac criminal. Adam’s rib cage fights in the dark.
Mind games are war crimes.
Tribulation retribution. Broken seals of revelations.
Lights are glaring, trumpets blaring.
I’m not afraid. I’m right here.
The gloves are off, terror dactyl. Pterodactyl without wings.
Stand trial, listen to the witnesses bear their testimony.
Neffex addresses the rumours surrounding the accused.
Neffex – Rumours (full lyrics)
John Butler counters the claim, providing context with his recount of Kimberly and the cowboys on the plains.
John Butler Trio – Kimberly (full lyrics)
How quaint, to imagine…
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